The mansion stood eerily silent. Rain hammered the tall windows. Detective Sarah Chen arrived precisely. Her coat dripped onto marble. The butler's hands were trembling. "Lord Pemberton is quite dead," he whispered into the darkness. Sarah climbed the winding staircase. Portraits watched her ascend slowly. The bedroom door hung open. Lord Pemberton lay facing upward. His eyes stared at nothing. A silver knife protruded wickedly. Blood had pooled beneath him. The window remained locked tight. No signs of forced entry. "Who discovered the body here?" Sarah asked the pale butler. "The maid, at six o'clock." Sarah examined the crime scene. Something felt terribly wrong here. The knife looked far too ornate. This was no random murder. Someone in this house knew. Someone was hiding dark secrets. Thunder crashed outside the window. The investigation had officially begun.